Category Archives: Fat

Time for a new series, folks. Haiku, for a change of pace. Going to try a month with a food theme – trying to help myself toward health. I don’t know where they’ll go – longings, choices, food-lust. Hey – … Continue reading →

OK. Having accepted myself as fat, in a radical way – without judgment or malice aforethought – is it incumbent upon me to think about health? Is that a euphemism for “you fat pig, get a grip on yourself? Stop … Continue reading →

One of my friends and I were talking about fat and feminism the other day. Tonight, someone reminded me about the book “Fat is a Feminist Issue.” It is, today, just as it was in the 70s. And yet we are … Continue reading →

I am, by nature, a contrarian. Some would say I’m oppositional and/or defiant. Many would (and have) called me an a-hole. They’re probably right – at least contextually. I don’t mean to be rude – not most of the time, … Continue reading →

It’s hard to be fat and dress well. It’s hard not to dress well and be taken seriously. It’s hard not to be taken seriously and make money. It’s hard not to make money and to dress well. Make sense? … Continue reading →

Thinking tonight about being fat. I am. There. I’ve said it – in public. In flagrante delicto, so to speak. So what? So what? It’s a thing, being fat. A bad thing. People judge. You probably do. I certainly do. … Continue reading →